Today I asked Uncle Chuckie if he knew of any nice restaurants in New Orleans, since he had just spent the previous ten minutes telling me about a condo there that he spent a week in once during some seminar. He told me the names of a few. Then Chuckie mentioned a bistro with outdoor seating, and told me that he was eating out on their patio once, when a bird flew overhead and crapped on his plate! He had just finished eating, so the meal wasn't ruined as much as it could have been. But just imagine if he had just sat down to a plate of spaghetti with alfredo sauce - he may never have discovered the bird's transgression!